Comments: TAC On Crack
Yeah, that one really blew my mind too.
Thanks for the laugh outloud when I read TAC on Crack.
"life becomes a living hell once they are “freed.”" Oh just don't get me started.
Who are these people?
Maybe the anon blogger is good old Fuller himself, sitting in his old leather chair typing and smoking hookah at night.
Posted by Stephany at June 19, 2006 03:42 PM
If any reader here does one thing when they read this entry:
Please read "No Exit". That is the most compelling piece of writing I have ever read. I read that long before my daughter ended up in Western State, and I have to say, thank you to Philip for writing the article.
I had no idea when I read it, that it would be part of my life, my daughter's life.
Once there, the people I met were amazing, and I have to say from a personal point of view, when I drive into the hospital, (it is an institution, let's get real)I feel like I am in an honored place, and one that demands respect.
I know this is an off the topic side post to this entry, but anyone who lives in Washington State should drive to Western State Hospital.
The rock wall that runs alongside the road was built by patients. Who were they?
They were me, and they were you, and they were your Aunts, your Uncles, and Grandparents, Mothers and Fathers, Sisters and cousins, they are all of us.
Guess what? it's a full house. I actually can say, though as hard as it was , I am privileged to have walked the halls of that place.
Some people are there a long time. Some will die there.
This is why we need to speak up and out.
Where ever any one is housed, given a home, I refuse to forget were all the same.
This is where I demand dignity.
Read 'No Exit'. It prepared me when I had no idea I needed to learn.
Posted by Stephany at June 19, 2006 05:25 PM
I pray youll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise in times when we dont know.
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way.
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace
To a place where well be safe.
La luce che tu dai
Nel cuore restera
A ricordarci che
Leterna stella sei.
I pray well find your light,
And hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
Remind us where you are..
Nella mia preghiera
Quanta fede ce.
Lead us to a place ?
Let this be our prayer
When shadows fill our day
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so well be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza,
Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza.
Ognuno dia una mano al suo vicino,
Simbolo di pace...di fraternita.
La forza che ci dai
E desiderio te
Ognuno trovi amor
Intorno e dentro se.
Let this be our prayer,
Just like every child.
We ask that life be kind
And watch us from above.
We hope each soul will find
Another soul to love.
Let this be our prayer,
Just like every child.
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so well be safe
E la fede che hai acceso in noi
Sento che ci salverai.....
~~andrea bocelli~sogno--
The Prayer--
This is worth every minute it plays.
ciao.
Posted by Stephany at June 19, 2006 08:58 PM
Thanks for that post, I look forward to the ones that make me work. I can read one post of yours and spend two days digging. Your online presence is helping me grow as an activist, facts are cool, reality complements poetry, I like what I draw from this place, I'm crying a lot less.
Hi Stephany!
Posted by flawedplan at June 20, 2006 10:21 AM
tee shirts soak tears up faster than Kleenex.
:)
Posted by Stephany at June 20, 2006 07:22 PM
Flawed: this is for you:
Eleanor Roosevelt
"Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give."
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IN A DARK TIME~~
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks-is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened. summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.~
Theodore Roethke
Posted by Stephany at June 20, 2006 08:57 PM